AHOY!
It’s not a foregone conclusion,
but a stinging reality: Even porcupines
master love, without making pain
a subsidiary organism:-
Though the pain of love's waves
may froth ashore, waves will recede
and froth will eventually dissipate
with healing evaporation: Leaving a sea
of memories floating on the ocean of life:-
Thoughtfully watered, always keep in mind,
you’re the captain of your soul, and
the blown wind in its sail:- And remember,
though docked and anchored, you can still
set sails for tomorrow—getting ready today:-
Ahoy, Matey! Be in winds of sailing grace:-
IDEAL HARMONY
allusive
signs
manifest
exhort
&compensate
uniting
a
synthesis
of
tangible
egalitarian
phenomena
communing
alongside
subsidiary
pursuit
in
decorative
aesthetic
spectrums
A small rock detached itself from a distant planet,
And through a NEBULA of pure darkness
Burned its way across the blackness of outer space
Rushed its way to far off Earth by passing its LUNAR orbit.
It left behind MYRIAD sparks all glistening, until
It hit a river on Earth and furrowed a subsidiary way
Till it reached a cliff and fell down in a CASCADE
Creating a deep pond and then a SERPENTINE river flowed on.
Through flowing streams of silver light,
Soft winds blew a PHOSPHEROUS glow,
Producing a LILT of melodies that spread life
Amongst the green ferns. Now two small alligators
SLITHER towards the pond where fish had become plentiful.
Beware. No swimming by request.
Placed 2
Like a welcome Summer rain, humor may suddenly
cleanse and cool the earth, the air and you.
—Langston Hughes
RAINING IN SUMMER
The little teapot leaned over, steam pours out,
sizzles on the pavement. Trickles, sprinkles,
waters the subsidiary gardens that sprout -
those pointed out by a grandson. My wrinkles
curve up as the rain skillfully waters my willow,
my patch of roses and lilies, scattered and rare.
With Summer storm, I ruminate on a long time ago.
This grand-generation of blessing, not yet a prayer.
Drip…drop…splosh! The hope of the window pane.
We dream, as the outburst streams down to spill
our dreams, like seeds giving more than the mundane.
God saturates our lives with more than we will.
It’s raining Summer all over this land of honey-wheat.
Though droll and gray, a grateful soak gifts a sun rise.
My flower petals, leaves and boughs bathed in heat
and nourishing drink, replenishing the owls, and other wise.
Ker-splash, the puddles of inky-mud, stain the shins,
leave me, us, them, refreshed and sodden with grins.
Herman Cain
Purdue University gaud work full-time as a ballistics analyst and
the U.S. Department of the Navy as a civilian
completed master's degree Purdue
started working for Coca-Cola as computer systems analyst
later join Pillsbury, becoming director of business analysis
in its restaurant and foods group
assigned to analyze and manage 400 Burger King stores
Cain's success at Burger King prompted Pillsbury to appoint him president and CEO of another subsidiary, Godfather's Pizza. DO IT!!
4/26/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2022
Canada land of the free, that is what my papa said to me
when I was just a little girl sitting on his bouncing knee
We grew up strong we group up brave we had no fear
in this fertile land of love and peace no enemy to spear
Then one day we apparently received an unwanted gift
causing division/separation, Government subsidiary rift
The world roiled forward not knowing whom to trust
news, science, God, experts, Gov. it all turned to rust
New laws, rules, segregation, all this didn't make any sense
if we were good we'd got more freedom & some recompense
if we were bad, we were called the walking zombies, really?
this, from an intelligence source? an army of tough but steely?
What happened to my free will and my corner store 5 cents candy?
my dad was an immigrant, no book smarts but oh so very handy
Today we got experts who know it all, give a s....but don't know tit
is this the end of the world papa? or just the start of a new summit
First it came from China, then it came from bats, I don't give a rat
I just want to be free again, not know where it is nor where its at ...
It is not
a foregone conclusion,
but a reality;
even porcupines
know love—
without making pain
a subsidiary organism;
The pain of love’s waves
may forth ashore,
but the waves recede
and the forth dissipates,
leaving a sea of memories
floating on the ocean of life;
Yet, docked and anchored,
you can still set sail
to tomorrow, today; trust.
You are the captain
of your soul
and the wind in your sail:
Ahoy!
This thought embedded deed in
my mind like a seed.
A secret pricking its poison
compelling me to scream.
A decision I contemplated noble
indeed.
But magnanimity isn't without its
penalties
My conscience nears dwarfism.
With every blow, as gilt swallows
me whole.
Cold from lies as i am a part of
this mechanism.
Promised that i may never walk
sole
My tears evaporate as I burn
inside.
And red eyes are all that I might
show for my anguish.
Redundant of who i am aside
I have evolved to a beast that i
can't distinguish.
Before long the thought shunts
me.
That i am but a subsidiary
A piece of a puzzle, in this frame
A trivial contract that I now
burry
Scattering spellbound in search of this utopia
Minds-eye in shortfall dissects one's monopoly
Through no choice of own approach it sloppily,
Exude to a position such promised, Ethiopia-
As the diminishing dream on landscapes ensemble
The probate illusion of Queen of Egypt's daughter
Who proceeds through this escapade of slaughter
And who am I forgiving one or either? I tremble.
Having reached two thousand years without absorb
Of having travelled miles, indeed was bronze;
Such ghastly size these statues, long lost sons
With indications seen through my crystal orb.
Precious filling educated, siphoning the syllable
Retracted.., words of larger scale were of faith
Those who muttered sounding, Queen Merneith,
-Alluring dynasties as Anedjib's was, as a fable-
Engulfed over as subsidiary benefactors cannibal
Over some archaeological find, for at the centre,
No godly size can interpret that this magenta,
Haze of gross sufficient was the alluring spectacle.
Expedient gauge eclipse this as the inferno;
And making this voyage with the help of a globule,
Whose crystal awareness has forgotten the rule,
That language hosts devise quoted, 'quid pro quo'.
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